Ljudmila - Đorđe Balašević traduction en anglais

Ljudmila

Spalio je juli seno
A Tisa nezapamćeno opala
I otkrila sprud kraj lepa
Ko stvoren za njena lepa stopala
Stari joj je bio laðar
Polu Rumun, polu Maðar, besni ker
Prema meni nikad zao
Nekako je znao da mu volim kćer

Bodom sitnim kao prezla
Moje ime je izvezla stidljivo,
Plavim koncem na gaćice
I pod karner spavaćice
Jedva vidljivo
Skrila čamac mlada trska
Koju možeš sa dva prsta poviti

Molila se Bogu Suše
Da to duže ne da im otploviti

Tu noć je Tisa nadošla
A na njoj nošnja raskošna
Samo sandalice, prstenčić

I u kosi venčić od ivanjskog cveća
Pa ipak, nije nesreća
što me se ona ne seća
Ma kakvi,
Nesreća je to se ja nje sećam

Nastavila voda rasti
Nije htela naglas kasti,

A znala je
Drugo jutro sve po starom
Al' nikad da s' lađe garov zalaje
Zaklela me da je čekam
Da će me se cela veka sećati
Na promaji žar malakše
Ima l' išta lakše neg' obećati?

Noć kad je Tisa nadošla...
Na njoj nošnja raskona
Samo sandalice, prstenčić
I u kosi venčić od ivanjskog cveća
Ne stvarno, nijeje nesreća
što me se ona ne seća
Ma kakvi, nesreća je
što se ja nje sećam.

Ljudmila

July burned the hay
And Tisa River receded in a memory
And revealed a spring near a beautiful one
As if created for her beautiful feet
Her old man was a rogue
Half Romanian, half Hungarian, a crazy fellow
He was never cruel to me
Somehow he knew that I loved his daughter

In stitches tiny as a prize
She embroidered my name, shyly
With blue thread on her panties
And under the nightgown
Barely visible
Young reeds hid the boat
Which you could bend with two fingers

She prayed to the God of Drought
That he would not let them sail away any longer

That night Tisa River overflowed
And on it a magnificent dress
Only sandals, a ring

And in her hair a wreath of flowers from the night before
Still, it is no misfortune
That she does not remember me
Oh, what
It is a misfortune that I remember her

Water continued to grow
It did not want to rush, loudly,

And it knew
Another morning everything would return
But the farm dog would never bark from the ship again
She swore she would wait for me
That she would remember me for the rest of her life
On the draft, the fire burns more slowly
Is there anything easier than promising?

The night when the Tisa River overflowed...
On it a luxurious dress
Only sandals, a ring
And in her hair a wreath of flowers from the night before
No really, it is no misfortune
That she does not remember me
Oh, what, it is a misfortune
That I remember her.